Chapter Ten
Wilder
Her hand is small and soft, her fingertips tangling with mine as she follows me down the hall and toward the room I’d set up in preparation for her arrival.
I need to ignore every emotion trying to press its way into my psyche, and I need to fuck her.
For whatever reason, I’ve let her squeeze her way into my heart.
It’s my own fault, I asked for it. I wanted a weekend with a real person, and I got it.
I got the complications, the emotions, and the soft look in her eye when she called me daddy. I got the ache in my cock that pulses when her lips part, and I got the desperation deep in my stomach to own her, claim her, make her mine.
Too bad none of it’s real.
It can’t be. I’m not the kind of guy that knows what to do with something permanent. I’d only be setting Penny up for hurt.
I push open the second door on the left side of the hall, a cool breeze spilling out as we step inside.
“What is this place?” Her tone is hushed, barely audible as she scans the space I’ve set with various vibrators, dildos, whips, cuffs, and ropes. “It’s a room I set up for your arrival. I can’t imagine we’ll use all of these things but they’re here for our pleasure.”
Her brows wrinkle as she turns toward me in the dimly lit room. “So, you were never planning on taking me to the hotel?”
“No.” I don’t offer an explanation because we’re past that. Tonight is about pleasure. That’s all. After this, I’ll leave her and her sisters the cabin, and I’ll fly back to Miami. It’s where I belong.
She feathers her long hair back and stares at me. “What’s wrong with you? You’re different.” The words sound caught in her throat, and though I want to soothe her, I don’t know how.
“You wanted to finish the task, so I’m finishing it. On your knees.”
“What?”
My voice deepens as I stare at her and say, “On your knees, like a good girl, or I’ll go get that whip and see what kind of marks I can leave.”
She glances toward the leather strap set on the bed then bends to her knees before me.
I unzip my jeans and free my hard cock, watching as it pushes out into her small hand and then into her soaking mouth. She’s wet and warm, trembling a little as I grip the back of her head and press into her.
“Fuck.” I groan out in relief as I press into her throat faster and harder. “Good fuckin’ girl, sucking daddy’s cock like a little whore.”
She gags and moans, her tiny fingers wrapping around my cock as she sucks and licks a sloppy mess around the base and up the tip. She’s most definitely a novice, but there’s something unpredictable about it that the sickest parts of me enjoy.
I grab the dildo off the bed beside us and twist on the vibrating motion before handing it toward her. “Lean back and slide this inside that tight little pussy for Daddy. I want to make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
Pulling off my cock with a pop, she stands and stares up at me, her big round eyes aching with desperation as she strips off the leggings and exposes her bare pussy to me for the second time tonight.
“I’ve never put anything inside before. It’s too big.”
“No, little girl. Look,” I put her hand on my cock, then slide it over the dildo, “it’s smaller than me. I need you to take this and prove you’re ready for Daddy. Can you do that? Can you ride this cock while you suck Daddy’s dick?”
Her lips fall open and the smallest moan spills out as she slides the dildo into her mouth, wetting it before edging it into the slickened lips of her pussy.
I watch as the toy stretches her wide, her tiny frame grasping its width as she moans. “Oh God, that feels good.”
“That’s right. Now put that ache on my cock, little lamb. Come on.” I twist my fingers into her hair and pull her onto my cock, moving her head back and forth as she slurps and moans, her voice trembling as her body is filled.
Jesus Christ. I close my eyes and press into her further. “Good, little girl. Suck just like that. Show Daddy how good you can take it.”
She slurps and chokes, trying to find a rhythm that she never quite finds, but I’m hard as fuck just the same. How could I not be? Her cheeks are hollow and she’s bouncing on one cock while sucking mine. She’s my little doll to do with whatever I please.
I pull her from her knees and watch as the dildo stays locked inside her tight little core.
Fucking hell.
She stares up at me with wide greedy eyes, desperate for more.
“Are you ready for Daddy, baby girl? You ready to feel something even bigger?”
She moans low in her throat and sighs before turning away. “I don’t know if I can.”
My brows narrow and my chest tightens. “What?”
“I don’t know if I can, Wilder. I,” her gaze meets mine, still hungry but confused, “no one has ever stood up for me before, and I know I’m desperate, young, and impressionable.
I’m sure I’m way off base because this is all just pretend, but…
I… like you, for real, and I don’t want tonight to be something that I—”
I grip the back of her neck and pull her in, kissing her lips hard and fast. She stays stiff at first, then softens, melting into me with a moan.
Reaching down, I push the dildo in and out of her soft, soaking pussy, my lips moving from hers, over her neck, and toward the lobe of her ear.
“Would you be shocked if I told you I’ve been pushing away the same thoughts? ”
“Yeah,” she whines as her hips move in motion with my thrusting. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I want to protect you, little lamb.
I want to hold you, I want to care for you, and I don’t want you out of my sight.
” I push the dildo in harder, and she moans loud in my ear, sending a shock of impossible desperation into my cock.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little virgin pussy, and I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand what that means?”
She sighs softly, the warmth of her breath against my neck.
“That means I’m your daddy, and you do as I say, starting right now.”
For a moment, she stays pressed against my chest breathing slowly, and I fear maybe I’ve pushed her too far. Maybe she’ll run. Maybe she’ll decide this entire thing was a huge mistake.
“You can be my daddy,” she whispers lowly, defiance in her tone, “but I won’t always listen.”
I laugh lowly and tug her in tighter. “Good. That’s what spankings are for.”
A slow smile stretches onto her face, and she tips up onto her toes, leaning a soft kiss onto my lips one last time before scrubbing her fingers through my beard. “I’m ready.”
A swell of energy rushes through me, and my balls tighten as she bends forward on the bed, ass up, her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror.
I study every inch of her. The way her ass bounces, the way her breasts hang low, the way my fingertips sink into her hips as I press into her tight, soaking core.
It’s heaven. It’s perfect fucking heaven, and it’s all mine.
Gripping her tight, I press inside with a groan, sinking in further and further as she whimpers and squirms.
“Oh, Daddy, that hurts.”
There’s no doubt it hurts, even after the dildo. It’s an effort to get inside of her.
I rub her lower back and slow my movements. “You’re okay, little lamb. Daddy’s right here.”
“Don’t stop,” she sighs, pressing back with her soft warmth. “I need to stretch to fit you.”
Her words send a flood of pleasure, and an uncontrollable feral urge waves over me.
I press in further, marking her from the inside, bruising every square inch of her tight little body.
Gripping the back of her neck, I lean in and bite her shoulder, still thrusting as she cries a half pleasure, half pain shout.
“You want Daddy to stretch you out, little girl?”
“Stretch me, Daddy,” she whimpers, tilting her chin back. Her hair falls slowly over her shoulder as I thrust in faster and harder, stabbing against her battered cervix with a groan.
Her pussy pulses around my cock, and she grips the sheets tight, screaming out as the sweet scent of salt and copper permeate in the room. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
“Good girl, fucking come. Cover my cock, little lamb. Come on… give it to me.” I thrust in at a steady speed, gripping her hips tight as my cock grows harder and harder, sweat sticking between us as I slap my balls against her soft little pussy.
“Oh God, fill me up,” she begs. “I need it.”
“Good fucking girl,” I growl in her ear as I stay thrusting into her.
A moment later, she’s convulsing, whimpering, flushed, and my cock is nearly strangled.
“Jesus,” I groan, my stomach tensing as I finally claim what’s mine, coming so deep inside of her that I think about the family we could be starting. I think about her pregnant with my baby, swollen and full.
I press in harder, deeper, and more desperately as I hold her in place, her tight little slit still choking me as the last of my come seeds inside of her.
“Damn, little lamb. That was,” I stay inside of her, pulsing slowly in rhythm with her breath, “incredible. You feel incredible.”
The flood of our pleasure pools when I finally pull out and I watch as it drips down her tight little hole.
This is mine. All fucking mine.
She leans up and turns, landing her head against my chest. Her breathing is hard and fast. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, holding her tighter, kissing the top of her head, memorizing the way this moment feels.
For the first time in my life, I’m letting the feelings in, and they don’t settle, they flood.
They claim everything, and I realize all at once that love isn’t weakness.
It’s power, and without it, without my little girl, I’d never be whole.